Shen Jinmo plans to meet with Steven to restart negotiations.

I was thinking of sending a few bodyguards to inform Steven.

The dark cell door creaked open.

Another person has been arrested.

Ruixi was grabbed by the arm by the bodyguard and thrown into the cell next to his.

The cells were separated only by welded steel pipes, not by a solid wall.

The frail and delicate Mizuki was thrown heavily to the floor, writhing in pain and curling up in a ball.

Shen Jinmo slid his wheelchair closer to Ruixi, and through the iron bars, he gazed silently at the little guy being torn apart by pain.

"Mizuki, how did you get in here?"

Hearing a familiar voice calling her name, Ruixi suddenly looked up and met Shen Jinmo's face.

He quickly crawled to Shen Jingmo's side, grabbing the iron bars on the window: "Uncle Shen, were you arrested too?"

Shen Jingmo pursed his lips: "I came in by myself."

Being proactive and being passive have completely different meanings.

“Me too.” Mizuki lowered her eyes, her long, curled eyelashes like a doll’s.

"What are you doing coming in here on your own initiative?" Shen Jinmo didn't believe that this child would have such lofty ambitions as to save the world.

Lu Anyu's personality might be like that, but Ruixi's won't be.

They are different by nature.

"I heard that the puzzle game is very popular. The artist who can pass all ten levels must be the most talented artist in the world. I want to prove myself and let Uncle Luo see that I am excellent."

Mizuki is only a little over four years old; how complicated could her feelings be?

Hearing his thoughts, Shen Jinmo was not surprised.

He was just a child who longed for praise.

Sadly.

He was smugly convinced that he had succeeded in passing all ten levels.

Little did they know that Steven had greatly reduced the difficulty in order to quickly amass wealth.

If he's right, he's an artist; anyone who enters this webpage can pass the level and get caught.

But Shen Jinmo did not tell the truth.

Only by not revealing the truth can we protect his fragile self-esteem.

“Rui Xi, this place is full of bad guys. You’ll suffer here,” Shen Jinmo kindly reminded him.

“I’m not afraid of hardship, what I’m afraid of is no one recognizing me, especially Uncle Luo, who always thinks I’m not as good as Brother An’an. I heard from Uncle Luo that Brother An’an also played this obstacle course game.”

However, he got stuck on the ninth level and failed to pass the tenth level.

But I did it.

Does this mean I'm a little better than An'an?

A smug smile appeared on Mizuki's youthful face.

Shen Jinmo gazed at the pitiful child.

He seemed to see the shadow of Shen Shuyuan in him, who was so obsessed that she was not even afraid of death.

But he's only four years old.

If he told him that An'an failed to pass the challenge not because she was incapable, but because he and Lu Zhiwei had jointly prevented her from doing so.

What must he think?

Shen Jinmo sighed, leaned back in his wheelchair, and closed his eyes for a short rest.

His health was deteriorating, and he was constantly drowsy.

Once I close my eyes, I sleep for a very long time, and I don't know when I will wake up.

Not long after he fell asleep, someone entered Mizuki's room with a pen and a thick stack of drawing paper.

"You little rascal, you're so talented at such a young age. You're so good at drawing, you should draw more."

The bodyguards ordered Reiji to work for them like a machine, just like all the other captured artists.

Naïve and innocent, Mizuki obediently picked up her paintbrush and began to draw frantically on the paper.

If a line isn't drawn correctly, the whip will fall and lash his back.

The pampered young master of the Luo family had never suffered like this before. The burning pain came from his back, making him cry loudly, and he even dropped the pen in his hand.

"Pick it up and keep drawing! If you dare to slack off, I'll kill you." Another lash of the whip echoed in the empty underground cell.

With his eyes closed, Shen Jinmo couldn't actually hear the noise at all.

They could not see the suffering that Mizuki had endured.

The moment he opened his eyes, Mizuki was covered in bruises and curled up in a corner like an injured cat.

"You brat! What the hell did you draw? Compared to those artists, you're just a pile of stinking dog shit." The bodyguards were all people who knew art.

Seeing the children's version of the simple drawing that Mizuki had made, he was so angry that he snorted from both nostrils, tore the drawing paper to shreds, and kicked Mizuki hard again.

Mizuki screamed in pain.

Little did he know that being captured and brought here would bring him such suffering.

He simply believed that as long as he could prove himself and as long as Uncle Luo Xiu liked him, everything would be worth it.

But he simply couldn't bear the pain.

He huddled on the ground, enduring the pain of each kick.

Ruixi felt as if a million ants were gnawing at his heart, the pain making his face turn pale and his breathing increasingly difficult.

When Shen Jinmo woke up, he saw Ruixi being beaten.

They immediately prepared to speak up and stop their atrocities.

Someone beat him to it.

"stop!"

A sharp voice came from a distance in the cell.

The person who came was a woman wearing a black coat.

Shen Jinmo couldn't hear the sound. In the few days since he came to the basement, his hearing had started to decline rapidly, and he could hardly hear any sound at all.

She was wearing a black mask that covered most of her face, with only bright red lips visible underneath.

He could read from her lips that she had stopped the bodyguard's actions.

Following behind the woman were Steven and his bodyguard.

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